Chapter 81
I sit in my room, back against the wall, one foot tapping out a fast rhythm on the floor. The Scholar may be crazy, but he’s right about one thing. This is a hell of a bet. He thinks it’s worth it, because he believes we’re all headed to the Rot. If he’s right, we’re all going to die. And if I die here, that means Vee— Rot, rot, Blessed’s rotten balls in a vise. The curtain rustles, and Marvel comes in, looking worried. “Are you all right?” she says. “Belvia said you were looking for me.” I beckon her over, and she sits beside me, favoring her bad leg only a little. She’s still carrying the cane, but she doesn’t use it much. “Victoria?” I hold up a finger, close my eyes, and listen. The walls here aren’t thick, Blessed knows Tonia and Jose have proved that often enough. I don’t hea
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